Name: Ibin
Race: Man
Gender: Male
Age: Maybe 30...35...
Weapons: A dagger and hunting bow.
Appearance: Upon entrance into the inn, his shoulder-length brown hair is disheveled and wild, his face is pale, and his clothes are dirty and unkept. He wears a shirt that might have been once white, brown pants knee-high boots, and a coat made of animal pelts. His face is long and lean and weather-beaten.
Personality/Strengths/Weaknesses: He's never satisfied where he is at the present moment. He is quick to anger, and not quick to make up. He is sullen and may appear sulky frequently. When he sets his mind to it, he can intervene between two other people's arguments and is able to pacify the two fighters, but the problem is, he's rarely a bystander in a disagreement and is usually the person with the disagreement. He is something of a drunkard, when he has any money with which to buy anything to get drunk on.
History: Ibin was born in Bree, but he quarreled with his father when he was younger than twenty to such a degree that his father, having quite a bad temper himself, kicked him out of his house. Ibin has been wandering from place to place since, learning to hunt to keep meat on his bones, and taking a job at an odd farmhouse here or there. He never kept a job for long because of his foul temper and quarrelsome nature.
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LINKED ~*~ Pio